“I guess so, I’ve been wrong twice today.”
“You were wrong,” Antonio said. “But it was just chances. Like drawing a card.”
“What’s important is that I was wrong. Now tell me what you think.”
“I think that if they haven’t gone and if we make no move to act as though we were not aground they will come out to board the ship tonight. We do not look like anything except a pleasure craft. I’m sure they were inside the keys when it happened. They will feel contempt for us and they will be sure we are weak because they have seen only one man all day in the dinghy if they have watched.”
“We tried to play it that way.”
“Then if they find how things are on the turtle boat what then?”
“Ask Willie to come up here,” he said to Antonio.
Willie came up, still lumpy-looking from the mosquito bites. His scratches looked better, though, and he was wearing only a pair of khaki shorts.
“How are you, jungle man?”
“I’m fine, Tom. Ara put some chloroform on the bites and they’ve stopped itching. Those damn mosquitoes are about a quarter of an inch long and black as ink.”
“We’ve got ourselves pretty well fucked-up, Willie.”
“Hell. We’ve been fucked-up from the start.”
“Peters?”
“We’ve got him sewed up in canvas and some ice on him. He won’t bring anything in the market. But he’ll hold a couple of days.”
“Listen, Willie. I was telling Antonio what I’d like to do was get in to where the .50’s and the searchlight would bear on that hulk. But he says we can’t get in without spooking the whole ocean and that it’s no good.”
“Sure,” Willie said. “He’s right. That’s three times you’ve been wrong today. I’m leading you by one less.”
“Do you think they will come out and try and board the ship?”
“I doubt it like hell,” Willie said.
“But they could.”
“They aren’t crazy. But they could be desperate enough to try it.”
The two of them were sitting on the deck of-the flying bridge leaning back against the stays and the canvas. Willie rubbed the part of his right shoulder that had begun to itch again on the canvas.
“They could come out,” he said. “They did a crazy thing when they made that massacre.”
“Not from their point of view then. You have to remember it was when they had just lost their ship and they were desperate.”
“Well, they lost another ship today as well as a comrade. Maybe they were fond of the son of a bitch.”
“Probably. Or they wouldn’t have let him take up space.”
“He was a pretty good guy,” Willie said. “He took all that surrender talk and a grenade before he even made his play. He must have thought Peters was the captain because of his commanding manner and the way he spreched Kraut.”
“I guess so.”
“You know the frags went off below decks. They might never have heard them. How many rounds did you fire, Tom?”
“Not more than five.”
“The character fired one burp.”
“How loud did it all sound to you, Antonio?”
“It didn’t sound loud,” Antonio said. “We are downwind and to the north of it with the key between. It didn’t sound loud at all. But I could hear it clearly.”
“They might never have heard it,” Thomas Hudson said. “But they must have seen the dinghy running around and their ship careened. They’re sure to think she’s a trap. I don’t think they will go near her.”
“I think that’s right,” Willie agreed.
“But do you think they’ll come out here?”
“You and God know just as much about that as I do. Aren’t you the one who’s always thinking in the Germans’ minds?”
“Sure,” Thomas Hudson said. “Sometimes I’m pretty good at it. But I’m not so hot today.”
“You’re thinking all right,” Willie said. “You just ran into a bad streak.”
“We could set a trap over there.”
“You’re just as trapped as you’re trapping on her,” Willie said.
“You go over and booby-trap her while it’s still light.”
“Now you’re talking,” Willie said. “That’s the old Tom. I’ll booby-trap both hatches and that dead Kraut and the lee rail. You’re thinking your way out of it now.”
“Use plenty of stuff. We’ve got lots of stuff.”
“She’ll be booby-trapped till Christ won’t have her.”
“They’re coming in with the dinghy,” Antonio said.
“I’ll get Ara and the necessary and get over there,” Willie said.
“Don’t blow yourself up.”
“Don’t think too much,” Willie said. “Get some rest, Tom. You’re going to be up all night.”
“So are you.”
“The hell I am. When you want me they can wake me.”
“I’ll take the watch,” Thomas Hudson said to Antonio. “When does our tide turn?”
“It’s turned already but it is fighting with the current that the strong east wind blows out from the bay.”
“Put Gil on the .50’s and give George a break. Tell everybody to get a rest for the night.”
“Why don’t you take a drink, Tom?”
“I don’t want one. What are you giving them to eat tonight?”
“A big piece of that wahoo boiled with Spanish sauce and black beans and rice. There aren’t any more canned fruits.”
“There were some on the list at Confites.”
“Yes. But they were crossed off.”
“Do you have any dried fruits?”
“Apricots.”
“Soak some tonight and give them to them for breakfast.”
“Henry won’t eat them for breakfast.”
“Well, give them to him the first meal he eats well. Have you plenty of soup?”
“Plenty.”
“How is ice?”
“We have plenty for a week if we don’t use too much on Peters. Why don’t you bury him at sea, Tom?”
“Maybe I will,” Thomas Hudson said. “He always said he’d like it.”
“He said so many things.”
“Yeah.”
“Tom, why don’t you take a drink?”
“All right,” said Thomas Hudson. “Do you have any gin left?”
“Your bottle is in the locker.”
“Do you have any water coconuts?”
“Yes.”
“Make me a gin and coconut water with some lime in it. If we have limes.”
“We have plenty of limes. Peters has some Scotch of his hidden if I can find it. Would you rather have that?”
“No. Find it and lock it up. We might need it.”
“I’ll make yours and hand it up.”
“Thank you. Maybe we’ll have good luck and they will come out tonight.”
“I can’t believe they will. I am of the school of Willie. But they might.”
“We look awfully tempting. And they need some sort of craft.”
“Yes, Tom. But they are not fools. You would not have been able to think in their heads if they were fools.”
“OK. Get the drink.” Thomas Hudson was glassing the keys with the big binoculars. “I’ll try to think in their heads some more.”
But he did not have any luck thinking in their heads. He was not thinking very well at all. He watched the dinghy, Ara in the stern and Willie out of sight, round the point of the key. He watched the flock of willet fly up finally and turn and head for one of the outer keys. Then he was alone and he sipped the drink that Antonio had made.
He thought how he had promised himself that he would not drink this trip, not even the cool one in the evening, so that he would not think of anything but work. He thought how he had planned to drive himself so he would sleep completely exhausted. But he made no excuses for this drink nor for the broken promise.